The Campground 2 Cumface vs Angel

 

The Campground 2: Day 4

Cumface vs. Angel

By

The Mangler

 

As Spike and Patriot exited their cabin, they were surprised to see Chad standing in front of his cabin, totally naked except for a pair of boots and 15 pounds of weights hanging from the parachute harness attached to his scrotum.  He was hitched to a cart like a horse, had a bit gag in his mouth, and weighted tit clamps attached to each nipple with a leather cord leading back to the cart for use as reins.  It was last year all over again and Chad did not look happy.  Tank was sitting on the driver’s bench of the wagon, and he looked pleased. 

Brice was in a similar situation, except Butch was the driver of his cart.

“Morning, gentleman.  Would you like a ride to breakfast?” Tank asked.  “We have these great new pony boys giving rides today.”

“No, and you can’t…” Spike began.

“Careful there, little dude,” Butch said from the other cart.  “You think life was difficult earlier this week? Just wait to see what happens if you try and interfere.  And you don’t have many friends around here right now to help you out.  And two of them are tied, or should I say reigned, up right now.”

Spike didn’t like it, but he had to agree with both assessments, so he and the guys could only walk away, as Chad and Brice were encouraged to “walk on” by the snap of whips.  They wouldn’t be having a very good day, but they were big boys who could handle it.  Besides, they didn’t have much choice. 

“Hey, wasn’t Chad supposed to be the ref for Dan and Angel’s match today?” The Patriot asked.

“Those sneaky little bastards,” Spike laughed.  He had to give credit where credit was due.  It would be interesting to see who would be refereeing the match now.

They walked over to the food tent for breakfast, where they joined Wrestledaddy, who had already gotten his breakfast.

“Where is Bully at Spike?  He usually follows you around like a good little puppy,” Wrestledaddy asked.

“He is still highly pissed off about my match with Choirboy and the results of it, so I had to ground him.  He can’t leave the cabin till his mood improves.  Where he is at mentally right now, he is going to rip someone’s head off his shoulder and use it for a basketball.”

“Anyone, in particular, say like Choirboy?” Wrestledaddy asked sarcastically.

“That would be his number one choice, but, unfortunately, at this point, I think he feels anyone would do.  And I wouldn’t mention CB's name anywhere around me if you know what is good for you,” Spike said with some malevolence. 

Wrestledaddy just smirked before asking, “Any plans for today?”

“The match between Angel and Dan, or probably Cumface today, has taken an interesting turn, so that’s where we'll be hanging out this morning.”

“Why interesting?”

The Patriot related the morning's discovery.

“Where were the twinks?” Wrestledaddy asked between bites. 

“What?” Spike asked.

“The twinks, Chuck and Stuart.  They are always attached to Brice like barnacles on a ship when they are here at the campground.”

“Oh yeah, that’s very true.  I hadn’t thought about them.  We should probably go check out the cabin and see what they are up to.  Or more probably what the Demons did with them.”

The trio finished breakfast before returning to Chad and Brice’s cabin.  As they walked in, they saw the twinks on their hands and knees in the middle of the cabin, ass cheek to ass cheek.  Their hands were chained to the cabin floor.  They were both wearing ball gags.  Further inspection showed that a single leather cord was wrapped around both sets of balls so they couldn’t pull apart.  When the cord was unwound, they were found to have a sizeable double-headed dildo shoved up their asses.  They slowly pulled apart after all the restraints were released.

“Goddamn fucking Demons.  They attacked first thing this morning.  Where are Chad and Brice?” Chuck asked.

The Patriot looked over at Spike.

“Okay, where the hell are they?” Stuart asked, seeing the look that passed between the two.

“They are doing pony duty, just like last year, with Tank and Butch,”  Spike said.

“Goddamned Motherfuckers.  Not for long, they aren’t,” Chuck said as the twins dressed and charged out of the cabin.  The looks on their faces were murderous. 

“That is going to be an interesting confrontation,” Wrestledaddy said.

It was actually a somewhat uninteresting and short confrontation, as the Demons were well prepared for it.   The next time the twinks were seen, they were a naked duo harnessed to a “supply” wagon, which was being used to carry supplies around the campground.  Neither looked very happy, especially as it seemed the wagon was overloaded. 

Dan awoke with a sigh of pleasure as a set of powerful hands rubbed across his chest and tweaked his nipples, one of his more sensitive erogenous zones.  Opening his eyes, he noted that the sun was higher in the sky than his usual wake-up time.  He was slightly disoriented as he looked up and saw that the hands were attached to Skull.  Suddenly, last night came back to him, bringing a smile to his face.  It had been more enjoyable than he thought it would be, and Skull and Samson had been perfect gentlemen.  Well, perfectly kinky gentlemen. 

The smile receded when he went to sit up, and his abs screamed at him.  Skull, noticing the wince that came across Dan’s face and the hands massaging his abs, directed a wink and a smirk to Samson.

“Yeah, I may have forgotten to mention that part,” Skull said as he laughed.   “Sometimes, with electro play, the muscles get a very good workout and are a little sore the next day.” 

Last night, the trio used e-stim and electro-play—a lot of it on Dan, especially his abs. In the overall context of the night, it had been very hot, but Dan’s abs were paying the price this morning. 

“Oh, shit,” Dan said.  “I have a match with Angel this morning and already my abs are hurting like hell.”

“Oh, sorry about that,” Skull said, not sounding sorry at all. 

“It’s about time for the match to start.  That is why I woke you up.  You were sleeping like the dead.” 

One reason he slept like a baby was that between Angel and Samson & Skull, he had a very busy and intense sexual workout yesterday.  He couldn’t remember the number of times he had ejaculated. 

“Fuck,” Dan said as he stood up.  “I don’t even have my wrestling gear.”

“Here, this singlet should fit you,” Samson said as he offered Dan a bright yellow singlet. 

“And you still have your jockstrap from last night.  It’s probably a little funky, but around here, that is normal,” he laughed.  “When you sit on his face, I’m sure Angel will appreciate it.”

Dan didn’t like the bright singlet but realized he had no choice.  He wasn’t concerned about the jockstrap because Samson was correct; that was truly normal around here.  The singlet was a little tight, but overall fit well.

The trio left to walk over to the outdoor wrestling ring.

Angel hopped into the ring.  The guy was about 5’11” tall, bald, had a small ring through his septum, several tattoos, and several piercings in his ears, weighed about 150, and appeared to be in shape.  Today, he wore tight leather wrestling trunks, black kneepads, and black wrestling boots.  Dan hadn’t arrived yet. 

“Listen up, all you fuckheads,” he yelled out to the audience who grew silent.

“Chad was supposed to be the ref for this bout, but as most of you probably have seen, he is horsing around elsewhere.”

This got a laugh and some groans from the audience members.

“If a single one of you says ANYTHING about that to Cumface, YOU WILL hear, see, and feel from me and the other skinheads.  Got it?”

There was a general murmur of acknowledgment.  No one wanted to be on Angel’s bad side, but most of them were waiting to see what Angel had in mind.  After all, that was the joy of the campground – you could get away with many more shenanigans, and everyone knew it, so it was okay.  Chad and his gang would have objected, but they were occupied.  Spike and his gang may have objected, but he knew it wouldn’t do any good, so he stayed out of it.

The two Demons escorted Dan to the ring, where he slipped under the bottom rope.  The crowd radiated a lot of excitement and thrill at the upcoming match, which baffled Dan and made him a little nervous.  Dan stood 6’2 and weighed in at 225 muscular, defined pounds.  While he had both a weight and height advantage over his opponent, Angel had the advantage in experience and pure deviousness.

As he climbed into the ring, Dan’s abs were, once again, screaming at him.  Angel was standing in the opposite corner with his hands along the top rope and a mild smirk on his lips.  When he saw that Dan wasn’t looking, he shot a thumbs-up to Skull and Samson.  They returned the gesture.

“Where is Chad?” Dan asked.

“Don’t know, we haven’t seen him or Brice this morning.  Does anyone have any idea where they may be?” Angel asked the crowd.

The response was a loud chorus of “nos,” and no one dared to fess up to the truth.

“Since he isn’t here, how about you suggest three names for ref, and I’ll do the same.  Someone can pull the name out of a hat.   Someone neutral, like an orange vest guy.”

“That will work,” Dan agreed.  Given pencil and paper, he wrote down Spike, The Patriot, and Wrestledaddy.

Angel wrote down Ace, Ace, and Ace on his slips of paper.  Neither wrestler was allowed to look at the other wrestler’s suggestions.  The slips of paper were thrown into a hat, and the hat was handed to one of the orange vest guys.  He lifted the hat in the air, turned to one of his fellow orange guys, and offered the hat.  He reached into the hat and pulled a slip of paper out from under the brim.  He slid one of the other slips under the brim in its place.

He handed the folded piece of paper to the guy holding the hat, who unfolded it. He then walked over to the ring and showed it to both wrestlers. The name ACE was clearly visible.

“Ain’t no way,” Dan yelled.  “He is your second in command.  This was rigged.”

The man with the hat turned it so that Dan could look inside.  Five slips remained in the hat and nothing else.

“Are you accusing us of being biased and cheating?” he asked Dan angrily.

“Err, no, I’m not.  I know you guys are here to keep things safe,” he said.

“Damned straight.” 

The orange-vested guys at the campground were there to ensure safety and keep things within limits, although those limits were pretty far out. Their word was absolute, and no one would argue against them for fear of being banned from the campground permanently.   

But what many people didn’t put together was that while they were there for safety reasons, it didn’t mean they didn’t have their favorites and were not above a little sleight of hand themselves.  Both of these guys were huge fans of the skinheads and had agreed to participate in the trick.  After all, Dan could stop it whenever he felt like it.

And while Dan did “feel like” it, one thing he had learned in the wrestling world and the kink community was that your word was sacrosanct.   Had he called off the match, he would not be viewed in a good light and would probably not be allowed back at the campground.

“Fine, let’s do this,” Dan said, looking at Angel.

Ace crawled into the ring, already dressed as a ref which should have set alarm bells off in Dan that things weren’t on the up and up, but it didn’t register with him.

Ace walked over to Dan.  “Look, Dan, I’m going to be fair about this.  Angel can fight his own fights.  Also, this match is about eliminating some animosity and letting off some steam.  It isn’t like there are any serious stakes attached to it.  Plus, you can submit anytime,” he added with a smirk.

That made sense to Dan, but he wasn’t naïve enough to not know that the cards were stacked against him.  Ace proved his statement about fairness being a lie when he didn’t make Angel remove the hard plastic inserts in his knee pads, although he knew they were there as he could feel them.  Also, he inserted them.

The previous night.

As he walked by the dungeon tent, Angel listened to the screams and moans emitting from it.  It sounded like Butch and his two muscle heads were having a good time.  Well, at least some of them were.  He walked on, entered the food tent, and looked around.  He found what he was looking for and walked over to a table in the far corner where the Demons were sitting. 

“The rest of you take a hike; I need to talk to Tank,” he demands as he walks up to the table. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” one of the Demons asks.

“Your worst nightmare if you don’t disappear,” Angel responds.

A couple of  Demons, with fists clenched, start to stand until Tank says, “Can it!  And go take a break.”

One of the Demons starts to argue, but his buddy taps him on the shoulder, shakes his head no, and motions outside.  They all leave Tank at the table by himself.

Angel drops into one of the vacant chairs, picks up a piece of pizza, and takes a bite.  Tank stares at him but says nothing.

“Okay, not sure if you’ve heard or not, but Cumface and I are going to do battle tomorrow.”

“Well, I heard you got beat up, and Cumface used you like a cheap whore.”

“Not at all,” Angel smirks.  “It was like a very expensive whore,” he grins.

Tank laughs.

“And what does that have to do with me?”

“Three things.  Number one, I know Skull is a bit of a maestro in electric play.  It would be a lot of fun if Cumface went into the match with his abs already abused.  And using electricity to make them contract repeatedly could do that.”

“Number two, Cumface had a great deal of fun this afternoon and emptied his balls a couple of times.  A few more ejaculations might “deplete” him some more for tomorrow.”

Tank looked at Angel for a few moments before saying, “I don’t see any problems with that.  Skull has a bit of a thing for Cumface, and since he, Samson, and Butch have resolved their issues, I’m sure he would be more than happy to play around.  Hell, Samson might get involved as well.  Normally Butch would, but he is occupied at the moment.”

Angel laughed, “Yeah, I heard as I came by the dungeon.  By the way, what is up with Samson, Butch and Skull?   I mean, the last I saw, Samson was the Demon’s slave, yet he was leading Butch and Skull on leashes at the beginning of the week.”

“I’m not sure that is anyone's business except for the Demons.  But I like you, so I’ll tell you.  It seems Butch had a major crush on Skull but was pissed that Samson had all his attention.  Samson had already figured that out, and that is why he agreed to the match with Butch.  His life was fairly rough for the first couple of months until Butch and Skull managed to hook up and get things out in the open.  Turns out over time that Butch and Skull enjoy bottoming to Samson.  Thus, the entrance.  But don’t get any ideas; Butch is still the TOP man to everyone else.”

“Except for Brice after today,”  Angel smirked.

Tank snarled before saying, “I wouldn’t mention that around Butch.  You said three things.  You’ve named two.”

“Well, I did tell you that Chad has agreed to ref the match tomorrow.  I want you to distract him.”

“And do you have any suggestions on how to do that?  Serenade him ala Pretty Woman?”

“Oh, hell know.  You certainly aren’t Richard Gere.  No, I thought that Chad made an excellent cart pony last year.  I’m sure he would LUV to do that again,” Angel said with an evil smile on his face.

Tank laughed. 

“I like your style.”

“And I’m sure that Brice wouldn’t dream of letting Chad have all the fun for himself.   They worked so well as a pair last year.  That should keep the two of them out of my hair.”

Tank laughed again.

“And Butch would enjoy that as well,”  Tank replied as he got a thoughtful look on his face.

“I’ll make it happen.  Who are you getting to ref instead??”

“I thought Ace would be a fair choice.”  Ace was a member of the Skinhead leadership.

“Absolutely fair,” Tank said, failing to keep a straight face. 

Angel extended his hand.  Tank took the hand and shook it before he got up, laughed, and then exited the tent.

“I’ve got to figure out how to get my hands on him someday,” Angel whispered to himself as he watched Tank exit the tent.  He picked up another piece of pizza. 

Present Time

Ace signaled for the bell to start the match.  As Angel came out of his corner, he extended his arm with a closed fist, offering a fist bump to his opponent.  Dan looked a little wary but elected to reciprocate.  The bump went off without any problems.  The crowd actually booed because this audience wasn’t exactly the “follow the rules” type.

The two wrestlers circled each other before locking up in a collar and elbow.  Angel pushed Dan back into the corner as they moved around the ring.

“Break the hold,” Ace said as he stood beside the two wrestlers.

Angel slowly released the hold and stepped back.  Dan watched Angel closely for any signs of hidden intent but was surprised when he stepped back.  As Dan cautiously stepped away from the turnbuckle, Angel jumped in the air and delivered a standing dropkick, forcing Dan backward into the corner.  He was mildly winded. 

Angel followed up by standing back to front with Dan, grabbing his head over his shoulder, and snapmaring Dan into the center of the ring.  He bounced when he hit the mat.  He had barely landed before he felt Angel drop an elbow into his already sore abs.  He followed up by applying an ab claw.  Angel could feel his fingers sink deeply into the muscles as he locked the claw in place.

“Ooomph,” escaped Dan’s mouth as the elbow drove deeply into his gut.  He could’ve sworn it hit his spin.  When Angel placed the claw, Dan yelled, “Fuck”.

“Problem, Danny boy?  Those abs a little sore, maybe,” Angel teased.

As Dan looked up into Angel’s face, he realized that last night's session with Samson and Skull had not been spontaneous. His fears were confirmed when he turned his head and saw Skull giving Angel a thumbs-up.

“Shit,” Dan expressed.  Angel laughed.

Dan tried to pry Angel’s hands loose but was unsuccessful.  He finally realized that he was close enough to the ring ropes to grab the bottom one.

“He is in the ropes, so break the hold,” Ace demanded.

To everyone’s surprise, Angel immediately complied.  He slid back and regained his feet.  Dan used the ropes to pull himself up, with his abs complaining the entire time as he used them.  When Dan was almost upright, Angel charged into him, slamming them chest to chest.  He grabbed Dan’s right wrist and threw him across the ring, where he rebounded off the ropes.

As he rebounded to the center of the ring, Dan’s abs were met with a knee deep into his gut.  The hard plastic insert in the knee pads intensified the pain, and Dan doubled over as he dropped to his knees.  Angel did a spin kick to the back of the head, forcing Dan face-first down on the mat.  He responded with a series of stomps to the lower back followed by a knee drop.  He grabbed both of Dan’s ankles, locked them over his thighs, and executed a perfect Boston Crab. 

In addition to applying pressure to the lower back, the Boston Crab also stretched out Dan’s abs, something he could do without today.  He grunted at the combined pain. 

“Having a little pain in those abs, boy?”  Angel teased.  Ace couldn’t suppress a small laugh.

Dan grunted and said, “Needed a little help to beat me, huh?”  He knew taunting Angel wasn’t a good idea but couldn’t stop himself.

Angel responded by releasing one ankle, reaching down, and grabbing a handful of balls before squeezing.

Dan screamed, and Ace looked down to see Angel with the claw on the balls.  He didn’t immediately say anything but finally ordered Angel to release the balls.  Angel did so but continued with the crab, and Ace said nothing.

Deciding to move on to something else, Angel bounced twice on the lower back before dropping the ankles.  He stood, grabbed one of Dan’s arms, and dragged him so he was facing a corner.  Angel stood over Dan’s legs, grabbed the ankles, and bent the legs at the knee.  He forced the legs around his side and pulled the ankles in front of his hips.  He reached down and slammed a fist into each of Dan’s sides, causing him to drop his wrists by his side. 

Angel grabbed both wrists and stood upright, pulling Dan into a flying surfboard.  He began to swing Dan back and forth to increase the pressure on the back and the abs.  Dan’s forehead slammed into the lower turnbuckle every time he swung forward.  His entire body was getting a workover.

Ace did not say anything about using the bottom turnbuckle as a weapon.  All Dan could do was grunt in pain.  The crowd was cheering their approval.

Angel finally dropped Dan to the mat and drove two stomps to the lower back.  Angel had recently been exposed to a new hold and wanted to try it.  The hold was an illegal one, so Angel knew he had to make up a distraction for Ace.

“Watch out for those two,” Angel said as he pointed to the opposite of the ring where Spike and The Patriot sat.  “I don’t trust them not to try and help their friend here.”

Angel walked in that direction and yelled at them over the top of the rope.

“You two stay the fuck out of the match.”

“I’m not doing anything,” Spike screamed in return.

“Couldn’t say that a couple of days ago, could you?  I hear you entertained the entire camp.”

Spike jumped to his feet and approached the side of the ring. 

“Fuck you, asshole,” he screamed.

“No, I heard it was your asshole being fucked.  And your face.  And everything else.  And I have to say I really enjoyed it.”

“Hah, you had to attack a defenseless man, couldn’t do it on your own,” Spike retorted.

“I didn’t see any man about,” Ace retorted.

While the two of them continued with their back and forth, Angel pulled Dan to his feet and drove a solid fist into his abs.  Dan responded by bending at the waist while he was facing the corner.  Angel used the top rope to allow him to leverage his legs in the air, where he dropped down on Dan’s upper back.  He locked his legs under the pits.

He next rotated him and Dan toward the ropes, where Angel draped himself over the top one and grabbed the middle rope outside the ring.  He used this to pull Dan upright, and while hanging his head down, Angel reached under the ropes, grabbed both of Dan’s ankles, and pulled them backward, under the rope, and then upwards. 

Dan screamed as Angel locked him in the Tarantula, applying pressure to the back and abs.  As Ace was occupied with Spike, no one tried to break the hold.  The audience, by and large, was screaming their approval, although there were some shouts of “cheater” and “illegal,” especially from Spike’s contingent.

“I’m on the ropes, I’m on the ropes,” Dan screamed.  But there was no one there to hear him.

Spike realized that he was assisting Angel by engaging Ace, so he shut his mouth and returned to his seat, although he really wanted to hop on the ring apron and drive a fist into the ref’s face.

“Knew you were a little pussy,” Ace screamed at Spike as he slowly turned back to the ring action.  He slowly walked over to Dan and Angel.

“I think you are in the ropes, Angel.”

“Really, I hadn’t noticed that,” he replied.

Ace laughed.  “That’s why I’m here, to help you out.  You should probably break the hold.”

“But it’s so much fun.  Do I really have to?” Angel asked.

Dan thought it was anything but fun.  “Make him break, make him break,” he squeaked out.

“Yeah, I think you should break it,” Ace said with no urgency in his voice.

“I am trying to break his back,” Angel said, but he gave no indication of releasing the hold.

“I meant the hold, numbskull.”

Angel laughed, held the hold for a few more seconds, then released the ankles and leveraged himself back upright using the top rope. He straightened his legs, releasing Dan and causing him to fall chest-down to the mat. 

Angel used the top rope to propel himself over the ropes, landing feet first outside the ring.  He turned, reached under the ropes, and grabbed an ankle in each hand.  He tried to pull Dan out of the ring, but he had “inadvertently” grabbed an ankle on each side of the ring post, so he only succeeded in slamming Dan’s balls into it.

“Oops, my bad,” Angel said with false concern.  He then pulled Dan entirely out of the ring.

He lifted Dan up in a cross-body hold and charged him back first into the nearest ring post.  He did that twice more before releasing Dan.  He next applied a full nelson and drug Dan toward a section of fans.

“Let’s see if Cumface is in here somewhere,” Angel told a couple in the audience.  “I hear his tits are the gateway to finding him.”

On hearing this news, the two fans immediately attacked Dan’s nipples with caresses, pinches, and sucking.

“Let’s get the wrestling back in the ring now,” Ace yelled.

“We aren’t wrestling,” Angel replied.

“Well, okay then.”

The work on his nipples had the desired effect, and while Dan was moaning in pleasure, his cock was showing the same emotion as it distended.  Someone reached over and began to stroke it while also fondling the balls.  As the cock continued to respond to the action, one member of the skinheads pulled the singlet and the jockstrap away from his body while another one worked a tight leather cord around the cock and balls, fashioning a cock ring.  He cinched it down tight, knowing this would help to keep Dan hard. 

As his cock hardened, one of the fans said, “Oh, Cumface is definitely here.” 

Hearing this, Angel pulled Dan away from the crowd and back toward the ring.  Still holding onto the full nelson, he turned Dan around and ran him abs first into the edge of the ring.

“Okay, looks like we are back to wrestling, so into the ring we go,” Angel snarked as he looked at Ace.  He dropped the nelson, picked Dan up, and bodyslammed him onto the ring apron.

Ace reached down and dragged Dan back into the ring as Angel returned to the ring.

As soon as Ace released Dan, Angel drove one of his loaded kneepads into the abs.  He repeated the maneuver a second time.  After this knee, he remained on the mat, where he manipulated Dan into a guillotine hold.  With his free hand, he would alternate between caressing Dan’s cock, to keep it hard and driving blows into the abs, usually with a closed fist.  Ace said nothing. 

So far, Dan had been simply a wrestling dummy for Angel. He knew that he needed to make some move, or this match would be over soon. When Angel released the hold, he got to his feet and pulled Dan upward as well.

When Dan was halfway up, he drove a fist into Angel’s abs, forcing him to take a couple of steps back.  However, he could not follow up as Ace stepped between the two wrestlers to admonish him.

“No closed fists.”

“Get out of the way,” Dan said as he tried to push Ace to one side.

“Hey, don’t get physical with me, or I’ll disqualify your ass,” Ace screamed into Dan’s face.

Angel used the time to swing behind Dan and immediately lifted him up into a torture rack.   He pulled down on the chin hard to increase the pressure and also to keep Dan quiet, so he didn’t say anything about the caresses and blows to the balls.  He dropped Dan to the mat and strutted around the ring.

When Dan was almost back to his feet, Angel grabbed an arm, whipped him into the ropes, and met him mid-ring with a loaded knee to the abdomen.  He repeated the same sequence of events three times, and on the third one, the blow caused Dan to flip over the knee to the mat.  His arms immediately covered his abs, trying to protect them.

Angel dropped to his knees and locked on an ab claw, using the other hand to reinforce the hold.  Occasionally, he would release one hand and drive a closed fist deep into the weakening muscles.  Once again, Ace watched and said nothing.

Finally, Angel pulled Dan to his feet, locked on an abdominal stretch, making sure to reach down and grab an ankle and pull up and out to increase the pain.  Dan felt like he was being pulled in two.

“No more, no more, I submit, I submit, “ Dan cried.   

“To a wimpy abdominal stretch?” Ace asked with disbelief in his voice.  “Are you really that much of a pussy?”

“Yes, yes, I give, I give,” Dan begged.  He had reached the limits he could tolerate with his abused abs.

Shaking his head in disbelief, Ace turned to the announcer and said, “The pussy says to ring the bell.”  Angel maintained the hold until Ace finally told him “to wrap it up.”

Angel released the ankle, drove a final fist into the stretched abs, and dropped Dan to the mat.  He quickly stripped Dan of his yellow singlet and jock strap.

“Okay, now time for Cumface to come out and play.”

Angel sat between Cumface’s legs and started manipulating the cock and balls.  Due to the tight leather cockring, his cock remained rock hard.  Angel continued manipulating until Cumface was close to cumming; he then slowed down before restarting.  After getting him close twice, Cumface was begging to be allowed to cum.

“Sure, man, I’ll let you come while I fuck your ass,”

“Fine, fine, whatever, just let me cum,” Cumface pleaded.

Angel threw Cumface’s legs up on his shoulder, pulled his cock out, and plunged it into Dan’s ass.  He began a slow in and out and slowly increased his speed until Cumface was moaning and begging Angel to “take him over the edge.”

Angel leaned in close to Cumface and whispered so that only he could hear.  “Just remember you begged to cum, Cumface.”

He increased thrusting until he pushed both himself and Cumface over the limit, and Dan’s cock shot out copious amounts of cum.  Cumface screamed sounds of both pleasure and pain.  The contraction of his thoroughly abused abs was torture.  Despite that, the ejaculation was quite impressive considering his sexual action the day before with Angel and Skull and Samson.  But he was a young man and recovered quickly. 

Having shot his load into Cumface at the same time, Angel pulled his cock out, dropped Dan’s legs, and sat back between the outstretched legs.

He reached up and began slowly rubbing under the head of Dan’s cock.

“Ohh, no, I’m very tender right now,” Cumface said.

“Oh, but you begged me to let you cum, and I promised I would, so I am only keeping my word,” Angel said as he continued his manipulation of Dan’s cock and his balls.

“No, no, I’m good,” Cumface implored.  Angel laughed. 

Two members of the skinheads slid into the ring and began to manipulate Dan’s nipples with their hands and mouths.  The three got into a set rhythm and soon had Dan’s cock was rock hard and near cumming.  In a well-coordinated attack, the three skinheads brought Cumface close to ejaculating before backing off.

“Please, please, let me cum,” Cumface begged again.  The three brought Cumface close three more times before finally pushing him over the edge.  The cum ejected from his cock, in a smaller amount than before, and landed on Cumface from his face down.  His cock slowly deflated, and Cumface sighed as he slumped back onto the mat with his abs wracked with pain.

At Angel’s invitation, another member of the audience slid under the ropes and lay between Dan’s legs.  His tongue quickly began licking Dan’s taunt and around his anus.  His cock started to lengthen and fill out.  His balls pulled up against his taint, and pain began radiating from them.

“Oh, god, please, no, please, no,” Cumface said as he used his hands to try and push away the two skinheads who were working on his tits.  “I’ve cum, no more, please.”

Angel had walked around to Dan’s head and leaned down.  “Oh, no, Cumface.  You begged to be allowed to cum, so I’m going to allow you to cum.  Remember, you asked for this.”  Angel then laughed as he slid out of the ring to watch the action from the grass.  Several of the skinheads congratulated Angel for his win and for his deviousness. 

The skinheads and the audience all laughed as they heard Cumface begging NOT to cum and for his pleas to be ignored.   The three men working on Cumface continued until, once again, he was moaning and crying in pain.  One moment he was begging them to stop, and the next minute, he was begging them to let him cum.  They finally gave him his wish and allowed him to cum. 

After doing so, he lay on the mat whimpering.  While his balls were sore and uncomfortable, his abs were destroyed, but he was relieved to have it over with.  Suddenly, he felt Ace’s mouth drop down over his and began French kissing him.  The foreign tongue was quite forceful as it entered his mouth.   At the same time, two mouths locked on his tits, and another hand began to manipulate his cock and balls.

“Let us know if you want us to stop,” the guy working his cock said.

Cumface tried to plead with them to stop, but the mouth locking onto his lips refused to release.  All anyone could see was him squirming and moaning, and while his cock was a little slow to respond, it did inflate.  Whenever the guy working his cock would grab his balls, the pain would shoot up through his body.  They were nothing if not tender.  But the pleasure from the three men working him overtook the pain.

The four guys working his body did not stop it this time, as they knew they needed to “get the job done quickly.”  They worked to get him to cumming as quickly as they could.  However, even that was longer than usual, but eventually, Dan’s abs tensed in preparation for cumming.  It felt like they were being shredded, but he shot a small load of cum.  As he shot his cum, his balls pulled up against his body and sent pain shooting throughout.

After deflating, all the guys pulled back so that Cumface was lying there untouched. 

“I’ll have to have you over to our place sometime this week,” Ace said as he released the lip loc.  He laughed at the look of horror on Cunface.

Angel reached under the bottom rope into the ring, grabbed Cumface by the head, and pulled him so that his head was near the edge of the ring.

“I need to get off again, and I think I’m going to use your mouth to do so.   If I feel any teeth, things will not go well for you.  Understand?”

“Yeah, I get it.  Just do it, already.”

Angel pulled Cumface forward until his head was over the ring edge and hanging down.  He pushed his cockhead up against the lips until Cumface opened his mouth.  Angel then pushed his cock into the mouth slowly.  He looked into the ring and nodded at the guys still in the ring.  They immediately began to work on Cumface’s body again.

Angel had his cock pushed to the hilt with his bush in Dan’s face.  When the manipulation started on his body again, Cumface began to thrash around, and his throat muscles tightened and released.  He was milking Angel’s cock without Angel having to do much.  The sensation was amazing for Angel but was hell for Cumface.

For Cumface, all he appreciated was the pain in his balls and abs, as they had little to nothing left to give.

Angel began thrusting his cock in and out, timing them to get the most from Dan’s throat contractions.  His cock responded and began shooting very quickly.  This was the quickest that Angel had ever gotten off.   Cumface wasn’t so lucky, as the guys had returned to edging mode.

Angel pulled his cock completely out of Dan’s mouth.

Once his mouth was empty, Cumface cried, “Stop, stop, please stop.” He sounded in agony.

Angel leaned down and said, “Spend a week with me after the campground closes with me in charge.”

“No, no, no,” Cumface cried.

“My guys can keep this up for a long time.  So do it now or do it later, but you will surrender.”

Cumface held out briefly before saying, " Yes, I’ll spend a week with you.  Now, please stop.”

Instead of stopping, Angel nodded at the boys in the ring and they increased their activities.  In a matter of moments, Cumface’s cock was spasming as it tried to cum.  All that was produced, however, was a very small amount of a thin liquid that simply leaked out of his cock.

His balls, however, produced more pain than he had experienced before.  He bellowed in pain.  Angel and the skinheads just laughed while many in the audience winched. 

As he calmed down, Cumface was pulled back into the ring, where he lay simply moaning. 

Feeling that enough was enough, Spike, The Patriot, and Wrestledaddy walked over to the ring to ensure Cumface was not abused anymore. 

Angel walked toward them, walked past Spike, and said, “Don’t think I don’t still owe you for the stunt you pulled at the beginning of the week.  Personally, I think Choirboy was much too nice to you.”  He then swatted Spike on the ass and walked off.

Spike’s confidence was still a little damaged, and he felt a twinge of fear when he heard those words, but he quickly recovered his usual bluster and walked to the ring to assist Cumface.

Cumface was pulled from the ring, protesting all the way.  When his balls dropped down when he was upright, his scream could be heard across the campground.  Due to his height, it would be difficult for Spike and The Patriot to help, and Wrestledaddy couldn’t do it alone.

Nearby, Butch was using Brice to offer some fans a ride back to their tents after the match ended.  There were more fans than a room, so several trips were needed.

At that instant, Tank arrived, driving a harnessed-up, sweaty, deep-breathing Chad.  It was obvious that he had been working hard.  Tank had a big smile on his face. 

“Need a lift somewhere?”  he asked Spike and the guys.

“Shove off…”  The Patriot began.

“Yes, we do,” Spike completed The Patriot’s sentence.

“What the fuck?”

“We have to do what’s right for Cumface here.  Assisting Chad would be for another time.”

“Not until tomorrow morning,” Tank said and got down from the cart.  “He is tied, or should I say reigned, up until then. 

Tank helped to maneuver Dan into the back of the cart before resuming his seat and using the strap to encourage Chad to pull.  Tank made him take the long route back to the cabin.

Once back in the cabin, Dan was placed in bed, where he nursed his hurting balls with an ice pack.  There wasn’t much he could do for his sore abs.  He needed a good night's sleep, but his balls and abs would still be sore even tomorrow. 

Around midnight, Bully walked out of Spike’s cabin to get a breath of air.  Looking at the cabin next door, he thought he saw something in front of the porch.  He walked over to get a better look before returning to his cabin.

“Hey, Master Spike,” he called as he entered the door.  “They need some help next door.”

“What type of help?” Spike asked.

“Come on, and you’ll see.  Better bring Sir Patriot and Sir Wrestledaddy.”

The summoned group then marched over next door, where Chad was found with his hands handcuffed around the support column and a leather strap wrapped around his neck and the column just enough to keep him from moving and upright.  He had a ball gag locked into his mouth and a pair of weighted tit clamps hanging from both engorged nipples.  A ball parachute with 10 pounds of weight hung from his balls, stretching them downward.

Chad was accompanied by Brice and the Twinks, similarly attached to the other three poles.

Spike gave a chuckle of appreciation.  If nothing else, the Demons knew how to prolong the torture.

“Wrestledaddy, go over to the dungeon and get some handcuff and luggage keys.”

“Luggage keys?” Bully asked with a look of confusion.

“Yeah, for the ball gags.”

Spike walked up to Chad and looked up at him.

“This is going to hurt,” he said as he reached up and quickly removed the tit clamps from both nipples at the same time.

Chad screamed into the gag and thrashed a little as the clamps were removed, and the blood flowed back into the abused nipples.  Spike reached up to massage them to quicken the blood flow.  Chad gave Spike an evil look.

“Don’t blame me,” he laughed as he did the same to one of the twinks.  Patriot was seeing to the other two.

Next, the parachute gags were removed as they waited for Wrestledaddy to return. Once back, the handcuffs and the locked ball gags were removed. Chad's comments were not suitable for sensitive ears. Once free, the twinks immediately moved over to offer comfort and care to Brice.

Chad had enough sense to ask about Dan, and they were filled in on the details.  The four walked quietly into the cabin, and they all joined Dan on the mattresses on the floor.  Sleep was all that was on anyone's mind.

“Be interesting to see what happens for the rest of the week,” Patriot said as they walked back to the cabin.